Backfired
When Cain Fury arrived home after grocery shopping that day, he found his house to be nothing more than a pile of ashes.
If he had been anyone else, his reaction surely would have been one of pure horror. As it was he merely put one hand to his head and shook it slowly, sighing softly as he did so.
Looking at the smoldering remains of his home, something occurred to him.
Shit.
This was bad.
Very bad.
It could be bad in one of two ways. One, Colonel Mustang, it could only be him, had destroyed the house from the inside out and had seen things inside that belonged to more than one person, not to mention the photographs that were scattered across every solid surface in what had once been a building. Or two, and Fury wasn't sure which was worse, the Colonel would realize all this tomorrow, when Fury showed up wearing exactly what he was now (most certainly not anything regulation, or even close for that matter), and tried to explain to Hawkeye why this was.
Either way, tomorrow was not going to be pleasant.
Damn Havoc and his schemes.
This one had most definitely backfired.
End
a/n: That was fun. I needed something light after yesterday… -shivers- Anyway, I will get back to Winry soon. Just not today .
